Again, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, places, or animals. The only person that is mine is Carly Edwards/Alyson Havoc. Call her either one, because honestly, I could care less.

Another thing, for those who might possibly be thinking about killing me for messing up Victorie's age, I know she's younger than Teddy, but it just would ruin the whole entire story.

Chapter 3

Carly Edwards/Aly Havoc's POV

I ran over to Tonks. Everything had melted away from my mind. I only had one thought on my mind. She can't be dead. I ran into someone, but I didn't care.

"Tonks! Tonks, no you can't die." There was blood all over her.

"Live your life Aly. Don't dwell on this. Please, just make sure you make it through this war." I was crying. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I could tell she was trying to tell me something, but she was running out of breath. "Make sure Harry takes good care of Teddy. I have a feeling that Teddy won't be told everything." I nodded mutely. She took my hand and put a piece of paper in it. Then, she was gone. I put the paper in my pocket.

"Lestrange, I'm gonna kill you! I'll make sure of it! It's that or I die trying!" I ran off trying to find my target.

The scene changed.

"Harry, you can't let Teddy just live his life without knowing what happened to his parents. What about when he comes to Hogwarts? He's gonna introduce himself, and people are going to ask him if his parents fought in the war. What's he gonna say? 'Um… I don't exactly know. My godfather doesn't tell me that stuff.' Then, they're gonna say, 'Who's your godfather?' And you know what he'll say. 'Harry Potter.' It'll make you look shallow. Do you want that?"

"Shuttup Alyson, now get out." I apparated from Grimmauld Place to the house Tonks and Lupin left me in their will.

"Professor Edwards, are you alive?" Someone poked my face. I woke up and fell out of my chair. It was a Ravenclaw.

"Am I late?" The class laughed. I stood up and fixed my jacket. "Is everyone here?" Nobody answered. "I'll take that as yes. Now before we get started, did everybody get their extremely large book that was assigned to them?" Nothing. "Good, now open your books to page one. As you can tell we are learning about the Harry Potter War. If you hadn't noticed that, then I'm afraid you're quite stupid. Now, the prologue is short, so go ahead and read it."

"Professor, the prologue is fifteen pages long. How is that short?"

"Well, considering Hermione Granger wrote it, quite short." That shut the kid up. "Matter of fact, stand up and tell us your name."

He stood uncertainly. He mumbled something quietly.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"PETER SAMUELS!" I smirked.

"Well Mr. Samuels, there is no reason whatsoever to yell in a classroom. Now sit down." He did obligingly. "Good, read the prologue, and then we'll go over it." Seventh years actually thought that they could mouth me off. They're dead wrong. I looked at Samuels. He was a Slytherin. No surprise there. You could tell by his attitude, and the fact that he had a Slytherin badge. Head Boy. He wasn't as bad as Malfoy. Thank God.

It took half the class for the Slytherin group of the students to finish reading, but the Ravenclaws were done in five minutes. They looked quite irritated. I don't blame them. How can seventeen year olds take that long to read a simple fifteen page prologue? Five minutes of class were left when the whole class was finished reading.

"Well, it seems that I might have to flunk you Slytherins back into first year. You can't read a simple fifteen page prologue. Oh well, all of you," I looked at the Ravenclaws, "including you lot, have to read Chapter 1 tonight." Blank stares from the Slytherins, whereas the Ravenclaws looked quite enthusiastic. "Class dismissed." The Slytherins jumped up. "Peter Samuels, a word please."

The Slytherins looked sympathetically at Samuels. He walked over to me.

"I'll catch up with you guys." His face showed fear, which just made me enjoy my job even more. The other students were gone. "What do you want Edwards?"

"First of all, you are not to call me Edwards. You can call me Professor or Professor Edwards. Do you understand?" A quick nod. "Good, now, if you disrespect me anymore in my class or anywhere at the fact, I will talk to the Head of Slytherin." Another nod. "Okay, I think that I'll need their name. Who is it?" A small smile crossed Samuels' face.

"Professor Malfoy. Can I go now, Professor?"

"Fine. Go ahead."

He sighed. "I hate you."

"Great, now get out. Trust me; you don't want to get on my bad side." He ran out. I laughed. "Nice one Aly, the look on his face was pure terror. Just like Malfoy in seventh year. The exact same expression. His eyes were wide and his mouth open. You've outdone yourself again." There was a knock on the door. "Come in." I put my feet on the desk.

Ted Lupin came in. "Professor, my godfather told me that he knew you from school. I was wondering if you could tell me about my parents. Because he won't tell me." I smiled.

"I know he won't tell you anything Ted. He doesn't want to even though he wasn't as close to your parents as me. She was my mentor you know, your mother was. I'm an orphan. I know what it's like to not have your parents, and Harry does too. He's just forgotten about what it's like. It's hard isn't it?" He nodded. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, considering my mother was your mentor, how about we start with who she was." I nodded.

"Your mother was an Auror. She wasn't one of the high-up ones, but she did well. She usually had short bubble-gum pink hair. She wore the oddest of clothes, but it was her own style so it looked fine."

"Could you tell me how she died? I mean…"

"Sure Ted. Bellatrix Lestrange killed her mercilessly. Now, think about this. Lestrange is your great-aunt. Not a very reassuring thought, but she always hated your grandmother, grandfather, and your mother. Now, your mother getting married to your father just made Lestrange's hate increase."

"Why?"

"He didn't tell you? Harry I mean." Teddy shook his head. "Your father was a… if I tell you, you can't freak out or anything. Okay?" He nodded his head. "Your father, Remus Lupin, was a werewolf. I realize that you're probably shocked and stuff, but you just need to know this stuff." He nodded.

"Can we talk about my mom right now?"

"Uh… sure. Well, she hated her first name, Nymphadora. That's why she went by Tonks. She was well, how can I put this lightly? Clumsy. During my fifth year, she'd always trip on the same umbrella stand. It looked ghastly. A troll leg. Whoever came up with the interior design of that house was delusional. Of course you wouldn't know that because Harry fixed the place. He got rid of that thing too. That place was so depressing. Where was I?"

Teddy looked at his watch.

"Oh, I'm going to be late for my next class. Lunch. I mean Lunch Class." I shrugged.

"I didn't know that there was a Lunch Class. Oh well. Go on and um… leave, I guess." He ran off. "I didn't know that there was a lunch class. I guess it shows how much this place has changed in eleven years." I walked over to my desk and looked at my schedule for Mondays. No class. Free time. What was I going to do? I snapped fingers. "I'll see if Hermione has a class. If not, I'll entertain myself with something that will aggravate her." I started to laugh.

I guess it started to sound a little creepy, because a first year from Hufflepuf looked through my doorway and asked if I was a lunatic.

"Of course I'm not a lunatic. Where on Earth would you get that idea? Do I look mad to you?" She backed up and ran for it. She obviously didn't want to admit that she was wrong. "I am NOT mad!"

"That's great to know Carly. Now be Aly Havoc, so we can go to the Three Broomsticks." I spun and saw Hermione in my doorway. "Hurry up. We're wasting time. My time. Your time. Now come on. Change your outfit too. You're wearing the same clothes that you were wearing yesterday." I looked down at my clothes as if I had noticed them for the first time. It actually was the first time that I had noticed them.

"Okay." I ran up to my office and changed into something completely sensible. "Alyson Havoc wearing this. It's completely unexpected. I might actually be going mad." I almost ran out. "Wait." I looked in a mirror at my hair. It changed to original non-eccentric look, and my eyes turned a misty grey. "Aly Havoc is going to the Three Broomsticks, while looking completely normal. What a turn of events." I ran downstairs. "I'm ready. Let's go."

When we arrived, we were stared at like one of us was a loon. The nerve of those people. How could they look at Hermione that way? She was a genius. She's nowhere near mad. Those people had a lot of guts to think Hermione was crazy.

"Hey Hermione those people are staring at you. I think they think you're mad." She groaned like I was being ignorant.

"They're staring at you Aly. They're stupid enough to believe that the garbage that Rita Skeeter writes is true. That shows pure idiocy. Even though you can be a little bit… um, off at times. You're not mad. That's for sure. The people will see eventually. No matter how stupid they are being, they'll see how you're not mad." More people were staring at us now.

"Thanks, now people think that I'm even madder than before." She smiled.

"Sorry Aly. I didn't mean to. I swear." I just smiled it off.

"Hermione, you worry too much. It doesn't matter. After all, eventually they'll all see how sane I am. Granted, I've done a lot of odd things in my life, but it doesn't mean that I'm mad. Sure I punched Seamus for holding my hand, but I didn't expect that. It was a force of habit after Malfoy kept trying to get close to me. Just think, Draco Malfoy getting close to me, trying to hold my hand, trying to fool me into having a date with him. I punched him, probably, five times a day. That just about scared me to death."

She smiled, and I actually felt like myself. Aly Havoc was herself for once. I had been a different person for six years. Not having a school to attend, not having something to keep my mind preoccupied messed me up. I graduated early so I didn't have anything to do.

People were staring at me, and for once, I didn't care. Hermione was right. Someday, they'll all see that I'm completely un-mad.

"Hey Hermione, since when has there been a Lunch Class?" Now she was staring at me too.

"Aly, the time that you say things like that is what makes people think you're mad. There's never been a Lunch Class." I grinned like I was joking.

"So there isn't a Lunch Class?" She put her face in her hands.

"Please tell me that you're joking."

Ted Lupin's POV

I ran from Edwards' classroom. My great-aunt killed my mother. Family mutiny. My father was a werewolf. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. From the sounds of it, my mother was half-mad. Edwards was a bit off too, so I can only guess why. I ran to the Gryffindor common room.

I had a free class, but Edwards didn't know that. Lunch Class, I can't believe she believed that. She sure was stupid. What kind of teacher believes something as stupid as Lunch Class?

"Teddy, is that you? Where 'have you been? You just disappeared." Tori said quickly.

"Well, I stopped by Edwards to see if she could tell me a bit about my parents, and I learned some pretty awful stuff." Tori got closer, and I could feel my face reddening.

"Like what? You know you can tell me Teddy. I'll keep it a secret." I didn't know what to say. I knew she was going to ask, but I hadn't planned it through.

"Can I tell you later?"